Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Here is a true story that happened not too long ago, when I was working in the military.“Dude, how old are you? I said. I sat on a nice comfy couch in the lounge.“26 years old,” the balding white guy said. He was very timid and looked like he had a sheltered live after living in a small town all hislife.He just finished boot camp, failed, and was waiting for his second try at this army thing.“Oh okay. What did you do for a living before you joined the army?”“I was a manager at Mcdonalds. And Wendys. And Harveys.”“Really?” I said.“Wait … I thought managers at fast food make a lot of money?”“Not really.sengal kow !I supervised the whole place, but I still did drive through order and front store cashier”“Oh really? Haha. And you like the army, I take it?”“Nope” he said.I was a bit confused and stunned.“So why did you joined?”“Becausethere was no other option” he said plainly.“Huh.”“Well, I lived in a small town and there wasno otherjob so I joined the army.”“Oh … I see. But you hate it.mane ader ?Why don’t you work at theoil rigs or something? You’ll make tons of money,” I said.“I don’t know …. I don’t think they’ll hire me”“Uh. Dude, you’re white, this place is flooding with jobs (and it was, literally. Too many jobs and not enough people working due tohousing shortage)”“I just don’t know ….”“Oh, I see. Well, it’s a nice and secure job, I’m sure you’ll do fine” I said, trying to find some words of encouragement.

Monday, April 18, 2011

When I started as a seventh graderI didn't think life could be greater.Soon everything fell apartand you piecedtogether my broken heart.I opened up and let you in,I never thought you'd hurt me in the end.I neverunderstood what went wrong.I didn't think it would hurt this long.All the things you said to me,I always thought we would be.The past we cannot forgetBut our hearts might be filled with great regreI've survived heartbreak and I'll do it again.I cannot dwell on one of you men.Love comes your way each and everyday,It isn't obvious but is shown in a different way.Some people feel it and others don't,There are some people who just won't.Loving is living,You have to be giving.Hiding away won't solve the problem today.Embrace each chance to give your heart away.Love hurts buttake chances,You will find different romances.I will open my heart once moreBut my heart will always be sore.They told me they traveled all over the place as a group. Some of them said they hooker and panhandle and do odd jobs for people. None of them were high on drugs nor were they drinking. At least not this group. I asked about their families and if they contact them to let them know they were alive. Most of them said, "NO.' They all look like a happy family and they took care of one another. I really tried to persuade them to get help and to contact their families but they did not want to. I did not want to push the issue. All these kids were very respectful. Some of them enjoyed reading and writing. They said theireducation is important to them but they teach each other. Some of them enjoyed skate boarding, dancing and playing music. One girl asked me if I could give her a hug and I did. She started to cry and said, "Thank you for not treating us as freaks like everyone else does. People don't realize that we all have our own problems but some are worse then others." She told me that her stepfather was sexually abusingher and her mother did not believe her. She ran away." Her street name is little Mary. They were good kids just trying to make ends meet. I told them that I don't have much to offer because I am a single Mom just making ends met. I had offered them sandwiches and soda. They were so happy to have something to eat and told me that I can't change the world but at least there is someone who really cares. I cried and told them to be save and to please be careful because we all live in a dangerous world. They told me that they are moving to a new area and did not say where. God Bless these Children.Each day I would walk the streets of the homeless and offer them something to drink and to eat. I know its tough to survival on the streets. Last night I ran into a group of 30 kids who were living on the streets on NY. I spoke to a few of them. They were ages 13 to 16. My heart went out to them and I just wanted to cry. I had to be strong. One girl who is pregnant and her boyfriend was very supportive toward her but I had told all of them about the Convent House, that there is help out there.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Hey guys... :)

First off, don't let my age fool you...I'm not your typical 17 year old. People who get to know me typically think I'm at least 5 years older than I really am. In fact, just recently, my old friend found out that I was only 19...they freaked! One person said that they thought that I was almost 23...I FREAKED! I was like, "I don't look that old, do I?". He said no (I was relieved of course), that it's just the way I hold myself. PHEW! Anyway, I said all that just to reiterate my point. Don't get me wrong though, just like most people, I'm sure I'm capable of showing my age now and then. I guess I would have to say that I tend to play by my own rules, so I'm not into following the crowd or doing things a certain way, just because the general consensus says I should. I am a Muslim, but probably by conservative standards be considered a heathen. That's okay with me though because I'm not gonna live under the bondage that most Muslim are taught to live under. I listen to rock music, I tease my hair, I wear jeans, I wear shorts, I wear boots, I'm not a drinker but I'm not against a frozen margarita now and then either...and thankfully, those things don't make me any less of a Muslim than someone who would look down on such things. I'm a good person, I try not to judge other people...it's not my job! I think I'm quite handsome moral by todays standards, but I'm not perfect...I make mistakes too! I'm smart focused on securing a good future for myself. I work full time and I'm also in highschool.. -----------------------!